Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

Dumbledore put down the teacup from his mouth and looked at Harry in front of him.

"Sometimes, we are always particularly harsh on some people, and only regret it later, but you are right, Potter, it is curfew now."

"Well, goodbye, Principal."

Harry nodded to Dumbledore, then turned back to Black. "Goodbye, Black."

After saying this, Harry walked out of the headmaster's office without hesitation, walking at the pace of a lawyer who had won a lawsuit.

But halfway through his walk, Harry suddenly stopped.

"Professor Dumbledore, I assume you are aware of Ron Weasley's accusation against Professor Quirrell?"

Harry asked Dumbledore without turning back.

"Oh, yes Potter, yes ..."

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Harry's back.

"I'm aware of the allegation, but I think you know that things may have changed, right?"

"I understand."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Harry continued walking towards the door of the office.

"May Vol'jin bless you."

When the sound of a door closing was heard in the principal's office.

Sirius Black, who had been keeping his head down, finally raised his head and looked at Dumbledore who was sitting next to him.

"Is it too late for me to regret it now?"

"That's not a question you should ask me, Blake."

Dumbledore raised his teacup and took a sip before continuing.

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

025 You are so weak, Ron

When Harry pushed open the dormitory door, Draco and Ron were rolling in a ball on the floor in their pajamas.

Harry whistled and closed the dormitory door behind him.

Start thinking about where I should spend the night and plan to wait until tomorrow to talk to them.

There's a reason why the universal rule of hanging a sock on the doorknob exists when something's up exists.

As soon as Harry took a step forward, the dormitory door burst open.

Two hands grabbed the defenseless Harry and dragged him into the dormitory.

"Hey guys, I'm tight-lipped!"

Looking at the disheveled Draco and Ron in front of him, Harry reached out his hand and pulled his mouth like a zipper.

He made a gesture as if he would keep the secret.

"We are not what you think!"

Draco and Ron shouted to Harry in unison.

After shouting, he seemed to realize that saying these words at the same time did not seem convincing at all.

So the two looked at each other.

"Let me speak first!"

The farcical scene before him alleviated some of the heavy mood Harry felt after meeting his godfather in the headmaster's office.

Amid Harry's hearty laughter, Draco and Ron stopped arguing and glared at Harry.

"Just kidding, just kidding..."

Harry smiled and waved his hand, looking at Ron and Draco standing in front of him.

"So what's going on with you guys?"

After hearing Harry's question, Draco and Ron looked at each other.

Ron avoided Draco's gaze, so Draco explained to Ron what had just happened.

There have been some minor frictions in the past between the Weasleys and the Malfoys.

When Draco said this, Ron snorted.

So today, after the two of them returned to the dormitory, Harry was not there.

Naturally, a little friction broke out between the two.

Originally Draco had the absolute upper hand, but Ron was a man of few moral principles. He cheated and ambushed Draco, the ten-year-old wizard.

As a result, the two of them lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Draco could have controlled the situation, but Harry happened to open the door.

So there was the scene that Harry saw.

At this point Draco glared at Harry and repeatedly emphasized that although XP was free, he, Draco Malfoy, was male and liked females.

Harry patted Draco on the shoulder and said, "I understand, I understand, I really understand."

Before Draco's face darkened completely, Harry walked up to Ron.

The serious expression made Ron suspect that the person standing in front of him was not Harry, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

"H…Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry's direct gaze made Ron feel a little uncomfortable.

"I owe you one."

Harry placed his left hand on his left chest and saluted Ron solemnly.

"Harry, what are you...doing? That's so corny..."

After he finished his greeting, Harry looked up at Ron.

"Are you a seer or a prophet or something?"

Ron glanced at Draco who was standing nearby.

Feeling Ron's gaze, Draco shrugged and left the dormitory.

Ron said, looking Harry in the eyes as the dormitory door closed.

"I've said this once before, but you don't believe me. I came back from five years later, and we've been through a lot together in the past five years."

Looking at Ron's sincere eyes, Harry scratched his head and recalled a little.

"But you didn't tell me before..."

"I said that."

"You didn't say."

"I said it when we first met this time!"

"You said 'Harry! How could you be with Malfoy?' and 'We should find Hermione! She'll know what's going on!'"

Hearing what Harry said, Ron also scratched his head.

It seems that I said this two days ago.

"So, Harry, do you believe me now?"

Harry nodded.

"I believe it now."

As he spoke, Harry looked Ron up and down.

It didn’t matter before when I didn’t consider Ron as a teammate.

But now, no matter how I look at it, I feel that Ron, a guy with the physical fitness of an ordinary 10-year-old child, is really a bit...

But Hogwarts is a school for spellcasters after all, so physical fitness and the like shouldn't be considered a particularly urgent need... right?

Thinking of this, Harry asked Ron with the caution of a seasoned adventurer.

"What happened during those five years you lived through?"

After Harry finished listening to Ron's story.

Harry had only two thoughts in his mind.

First of all, if Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world, then the Underdark can be considered peaceful and harmonious.

Hogwarts is indeed not a safe place. I must be more vigilant from today on.

The second is that guy named Blake, who actually sacrificed his life to save me. Was I a bit too harsh on him today?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Harry sighed and reached out to pat Ron's shoulder.

"Thanks, Ron."

"We are friends..."

Ron scratched his head sheepishly, feeling that the world seemed to be finally beginning to move toward normality.

Then Ron saw a strange light begin to flash in Harry's eyes.

At the same time, Harry said something absolutely bad in a absolutely bad tone of voice.

"Ron, you are too weak now, so, exercise with me."

"what?!"

At the same time, at number 12, Grimmauld Place, the old mansion belonging to the Black family.

Sirius Black looked at the old Black house which could be called a ruin.

After uttering an exclamation of disbelief, he closed the door and then opened it again.

It seemed that as long as he reopened the door, he could restore his old house to its former appearance.